Monday, 21 March 2016

other-here #5: last orders, 21st March 2016

slowly but surely as surely they do the groynes are unvanishing as the
lapping waves lap away and down the beach in a tumble of sighs resigned
to surrender... for now anyway... until........ and so my restless
return will soon return me to my usual 'here' as opposed to my 'other-here' here at the moment as the morning uncloaks and along with the tide recedes......... and another years HRH Prog festival
has melted away as the fans and the bands too have shuffled their many
a-limbs from whence they came... for now anyway....... was it just a
dream that I met Captain Kirk, petted a tribble, saw four incarnations
of Doctor Who within the space of an hour?......... shook Freddy
Kruegers hand and dodged a Wookie?......... an excellent festival once
again although not without its niggles (and tribbles!).... every
gathering of strangers has its inevitable ignorants, drunks, the gamut
of smokers huddled around entrances insisting on imposing their habit on
others....... but 'tis my bug to bear I imagine..... and the camp
itself having a few niggles of their own to answer for......... unlike
the lungs of the nicotine junkies, my memories won't be tainted
though..... "ding, ding!" last orders as soon enough another
year will bring it all round again....... and I saw two gannets feeding
offshore yesterday....... and the starlings are fledging from their
under-gutter nests..... along with a flurry of house sparrows...
sparrowlings!.... though not quite feathered enough to leave their cosy
hollows in the wall..... ah, but first, a cafe..... I must find a cafe, a
cafe with coffee, and probably tea, but coffee for me as that is the
way of my needs........

Read some of my poems at my other bloggerpage.......

Blog Archive

the boring bit

Welcome to me, meonomous, and to my home here at “my life as a piece of string” and assorted other bits and bobs…….. here we go……..

I write a daily blog entitled “My life as a
piece of string”about whatever unedited stuff falls out of my head that
day available here, at Wordpress and Blogger.

I have occasional poems at another site entitled “Affirmations of another kind” found on Blogger and on Wordpress.

At the ku’lery forge I hammer out short verse
sometimes called haiku can be discovered at the “Notahaiku” pages , my
very own forge for hammering haiku into shape. This is found on
Wordpress.

Themed photographic collections are at “Through a lens darkly” also found lurking on Wordpress.

A plethora of sounds I’ve recorded can be heard at “Sifting Sounds” on Wordpress.

Finally being a gull enthusiast I have gull
photography at my “Gullery Gallery” alongside other assorted photo work
I do to be found on Flickr.

(Links to these pages are here in my profile……..)

Of unknown renown I’m a photographer, photojournalist, writer, blogger, poet (‘ish), graphic designer, otterologist, soundonomist, tea addict, coffee connoisseur (!),
experimental gentleman, cork-collector, anthropologist, birder,
naturalist, music addict, progger, dreamer of electric sheep……… often
found listening to the shipping forecast with a fresh pot of tea or
cafetiere of coffee, pen in hand, camera close by, an eye on the world
trying to keep up……. or not…..

My one-time delusions of being a rock star/ guitar impresario are now
filled with attempting to be a poet, photographer and wordsmith. I’ve
had long and probably wayward ‘career’ as an ecologist and
naturalist, gardener, environmentalist, anthropologist and a few other
unremarkable things, some of which I still practice and all of which
have lead me here to the here and now.

All my writings and photographs are protected by copyright law, please respect my ownership of my own works.